Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 246 - 167 The Tragic Death of Huajiang

Chapter 246: Chapter 167 The Tragic Death of Huajiang

The train arrived, and Minamoto Tamako put away her small notebook, jogging all the way home. Using her key to open the door, she kicked off her round-toed little leather shoes at the entrance and loudly announced, "I’m home!"

A-Jun wagged its tail and bounced over to greet her. She reached out to ruffle the dog’s head and peeked into the living room. Fushimi Roku was still lying on the sofa watching TV in the same position, resembling a Dharma meditating against the wall.

Minamoto Tamako secretly felt pleased. She was already ahead of Mr. Fu Jian, proving the saying "slow one step, slow every step." Rounded off, Fushimi Roku was lagging eighteen streets behind!

"You’re back," Fushimi Roku casually said, "Go, bring me a plate of small cakes."

"There aren’t any left, they’ve been eaten long ago." Minamoto Tamako knew without looking that the household’s food supplies were already gone.

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Roku intended to send Minamoto Tamako to buy some, but upon feeling his wallet, it was flat and flimsy. Surviving until payday wasn’t a problem, but wanting to eat small cakes was a bit challenging... After all, it’s 1991, and Western snacks are considered luxury items.

He opened the envelope, pinched with two fingers, and counted the money; the amount wasn’t much, just enough for four portions of strawberry parfait small cakes.

"How should I make some money?" Fushimi Roku mused to himself.

He started missing the blissful life of dessert freedom.

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t even be bothered to mock him. Back then, Fushimi Roku said he wasn’t interested in desserts. In less than a year, he had turned into a dessert fanatic, with a pickier mouth than hers... Isn’t that just a stubborn tsundere?

Thinking of this, Minamoto Tamako suddenly became alert.

It’s possible Mr. Fu Jian said he didn’t want to go out to investigate, but actually waited for her to leave before sneaking out too, or perhaps at home, he hired professionals to inquire. He pretended not to care but was secretly intensely competitive, just to shine at the crucial moment.

Yeah, with Mr. Fu Jian’s personality, he could very well do such a thing!

Previously, it was her carelessness and overconfidence, and that’s why Mr. Fu Jian always suppressed her. Now that she’s learned the lesson, those who boast will surely lose. Although she’s already taken a big step ahead, she must always remain humble and rational.

Minamoto Tamako circled around Fushimi Roku, carefully observing if there were any signs of him going out. The latter, feeling bewildered, looked up and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Minamoto Tamako forced what she thought was a kind smile and tentatively asked, "While I was out...what were you doing?"

Fushimi Roku felt overwhelmed, like having a huge headache, and couldn’t help but retort, "You want to manage me when I go out, and when I don’t go out, you also want to manage me. Can’t you have a sense of boundaries?"

Minamoto Tamako didn’t know what ’sense of boundaries’ meant, but from Fushimi Roku’s tone, she could guess it wasn’t anything nice.

Hiss, Mr. Fu Jian’s vigilance is really strong! She used to just be angry, but now thinking carefully, he might be trying to divert the topic!

Minamoto Tamako felt more suspicious, squinting her eyes to a narrow slit, "As partners, shouldn’t we supervise each other? You can also manage me! Besides, aren’t you curious about what clues I found?"

If Mr. Fu Jian politely asked her, she wouldn’t mind sharing her findings. After all, they are a team! Compete when necessary, cooperate when needed; she isn’t that petty...

"Then I really have to control you," Fushimi Roku said.

He planned to retaliate, letting Minamoto Tamako experience the suffocation of being scrutinized. He immediately requested to inspect Tamako’s room for cleanliness, fulfilling the partner supervision duty.

Minamoto Tamako protested, questioning what personal life had to do with solving cases. Fushimi Roku sneered coldly, saying, "Then what does me watching TV at home have to do with you?"

Minamoto Tamako had nothing to say now. She swallowed her words and opened the door to let Fushimi Roku in, "Don’t, don’t scare Sakurako..."

"So stingy, aren’t you always running into my room every now and then? Why the double standard now?" Fushimi Roku stood up, dusting off nonexistent dirt and gave her a sidelong glance.

"How can guys and girls be the same..." Minamoto Tamako muttered softly.

Seizing the opportunity before Fushimi Roku entered, she quickly stashed her panties back into the wardrobe, threw the sanitary pads into the cabinet, and as for the precious piggy bank, with nowhere left to hide it, she lifted the hem of her tracksuit and tucked it in, making her tummy bulge.

"Discriminating against males, huh? Okay, okay, the gender discrimination in Japanese society really is serious."

Fushimi Roku feigned calmness, hands clasped behind his back, strolling into the room unhurriedly, much like an old leader inspecting the place.

As soon as he entered, he smelled a refreshing scent, not knowing if it was the legendary body fragrance or if it was the washing detergents such as shampoo, shower gel, and laundry powder blended into it. It was fragrant, yet inexplicable in its appeal.

On the left side of the room against the wall was a big bed, originally an enlarged single bed, but Minamoto Tamako and Taira Sakurako’s petite builds allowed them both to sleep on it comfortably, often hugging each other to sleep;

On the right was a pile of cardboard boxes; there was no need to guess, these were all Taira Sakurako’s treasures, neatly arranged like Russian nesting dolls. Additionally, there was a bookshelf, a wardrobe, a desk, a desk lamp, and a suitcase.

At this moment, Taira Sakurako was lying on the bed, flipping through the Sailor Moon series that Minamoto Tamako had strongly recommended. Seeing Fushimi Roku breach the off-limits zone for girls, she was stupefied, hastily jumping off the bed to hide in the cardboard boxes.

"What are you hiding for? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before."

Fushimi Roku, upright and poised, tried to make the term ’open and aboveboard’ visibly etched on his face. He paced the room several times and noticed on the desk by the window a vase with nothing but a withered, bare stem inside.

"What’s this? How could you let a perfectly good flower wither like this? It’s irresponsible to life!"

Fushimi Roku nitpicked, finally catching hold of Minamoto Tamako’s fault, pointing it out exaggeratedly, declaring it a distortion of humanity, a decline of morals, and an ill habit of not throwing away garbage!

Then he planned to take the lead in cleaning the room, standing on moral high ground to point fingers, letting Minamoto Tamako experience the suffocation of a serpent coiling tightly around her.

Just as Fushimi Roku was pulling at the stem, Minamoto Tamako hurriedly clutched her piggy bank, rushing to snatch it back, nervously saying, "It’s not dead yet! Soak it in water; it might bloom again in a couple of months!"

"Doesn’t it look completely dead to you?" Fushimi Roku casually tossed it out the window.

"Ah!"

Minamoto Tamako leaned against the window, stretching out her Will-Zhang hand, reflecting on her earnest hopes, and was momentarily choked by emotion. She could only watch as it floated away with the wind, landing into the drainage ditch.

--Back when she plucked the petals, the result was forever frozen at ’doesn’t like.’

Minamoto Tamako’s lips pouted high, looking as if she was about to cry.

Fushimi Roku found it baffling, it was just a withered stem, why such a big reaction? Didn’t Minamoto Tamako also regularly clean his room of cans, empty water bottles, dirty clothes, and the like? He didn’t make such a fuss!

The heart of a woman truly is like a needle at the bottom of the sea!

"Are you really crying?"

Fushimi Roku, like an elementary school student, stooped down to look up at Minamoto Tamako. The latter was holding the piggy bank under her clothes with her left hand and wiping away tears with her right hand, stubbornly saying, "I’m not crying!"

"Are you trying to scam a Redemption Voucher?" Fushimi Roku was always prone to misinterpret others.

This only made Minamoto Tamako feel worse. She kicked off her slippers, dove into her quilt, wrapped herself into a ball, entering a self-imposed isolation just like Taira Sakurako.